Meah
Prompt; after Jon Sands. what makes the sloppy muscle inside our ribs tick into such a beautiful mess?
This is what makes the thick chunk of meat thump fast:
If only you didn't love the clean up-
Such a lovely mess- like tangled, twinkling Christmas lights
It would be easier if not for the sparkle- each bulb
A distraction as you sort through it all.
But how could you not? A knot of
Good poetry, Good whiskey, better company.
The smell of a camp fire in your hair.
Glossy, smiling faces caught in a photo booth flash bulb moment- whether it was actually captured or not.
Newly found electricity.
Breakfast burritos.
A well placed comma.
Every well placed comma.
The chorus of a cricket symphony, anything
that elicits the phrase "hot damn"
The feel of Keys under fingers when your fingers are possessed by some holier god than thou
Stars
The giddy elation of a mirror that cat-calls
That one line from that Verlee price that gives you chills.
Every-time.
When your iPod, the radio, the universe delivers the perfect song.
The unexpected, bitingly clever quip from the quiet girl in the back.
a well-made sauce.
Being prepared for no text, no call and
being pleasantly surprised.
Windows down, volume up
Living life as if it was golden
This is what makes the thick chunk of meat thump fast:
If only you didn't love the clean up-
Such a lovely mess- like tangled, twinkling Christmas lights
It would be easier if not for the sparkle- each bulb
A distraction as you sort through it all.
But how could you not? A knot of
Good poetry, Good whiskey, better company.
The smell of a camp fire in your hair.
Glossy, smiling faces caught in a photo booth flash bulb moment- whether it was actually captured or not.
Newly found electricity.
Breakfast burritos.
A well placed comma.
Every well placed comma.
The chorus of a cricket symphony, anything
that elicits the phrase "hot damn"
The feel of Keys under fingers when your fingers are possessed by some holier god than thou
Stars
The giddy elation of a mirror that cat-calls
That one line from that Verlee price that gives you chills.
Every-time.
When your iPod, the radio, the universe delivers the perfect song.
The unexpected, bitingly clever quip from the quiet girl in the back.
a well-made sauce.
Being prepared for no text, no call and
being pleasantly surprised.
Windows down, volume up
Living life as if it was golden